I shared a look with my mom as we approached Stiles, who was sleeping on the chairs. He looked so innocent, so peaceful, I didn't want to wake him up. I didn't want to wake him up because I knew his reality was a nightmare.

Mom was the one who eventually bent down and whispered his name. "Stiles. Stiles." He gasped, eyes bursting open as he quickly sat up. His breathing was coming out in short, panicked gasps and his eyes were full of concern for his fathers wellbeing. "He's okay," mom confirmed. "Dr. Geyer is stitching him up right now."

"Okay, I wanna see him," Stiles placed his hands on the arm rests of the chair and started to stand, until mom placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. The anesthesia needs to wear off. It's gonna be at least two hours."

"Okay, yeah, but everything's gonna be okay though," Stiles practically whispered as he sat back down. "I mean, he's okay?"

"Mmm," Mom gave him a supportive smile. "He's gonna be just fine."

Stiles let out a breath of relief, shakily brushing his hands over his face. "Oh, thank God."

Mom gave me a nod before heading back to the reception desk. I moved into the seat next to Stiles, placing my arm around his shoulder comfortingly. "He's gonna be okay, I'm sure of it."

"I can't lose him," Stiles whispered. His brown eyes pooled with tears and I had to look away for a moment. I hated seeing anyone so upset but someone I was close to? It broke my heart. "He's all I've got."

"You won't lose him," I assured gently. "And for the record, you've always got me. You've got Scott."

Stiles' body seemed to tense and my brothers name but he didn't comment on it. "You should go home, it's getting late."

I shrugged. "I don't really want to go home." Stiles looked up at me, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion and concern. I almost laughed at the expression. "Scott's there."

Stiles sat back in the chair, drumming his fingers on the wooden arm rest. "I know the feeling."

I looked down at the hospital floor, tapping my shoe down slowly in a repeated pattern. I knew there were high tensions between Scott and Stiles but I didn't want to comment on it or get involved - it would feel too much like picking sides. We sat in silence for a while before I sighed and spoke up again. "He keeps asking questions  that I don't know the answers to."

I lifted my head to meet Stiles' eyes again. "Oh, you mean questions like 'what's going on with you Bex?' Because, yeah, I'd like to know that too." I shook my head, looking back down at the floor again. Anything to avoid making eye contact with him. "Is this about Liam? About you two breaking up?"

"Does it even matter?" I asked, my voice smaller than usual.

"It's okay to still love him."

"Who says I still do?" I fired back.

"I know you're upset about him and Hayden but I doubt it will last."

I glanced up at Stiles again, realising he'd been out of the loop of this evening's main events. "Well you're right about that, Hayden's dead." Stiles' eyes widened. "Don't look so alarmed. I didn't kill her - although it's tempting."

"What happened?"

"The same thing that happened to the rest of them," I replied. "But Liam got mad, really mad. He tried to kill me and Scott. Actually, he succeeded in killing Scott. We had to bring him back it was the worst-" I cut off. "Sorry, you totally don't need this right now."

"Is he- is Scott okay?"

"Yeah," I shook my head, rethinking my answer. "No. I mean he'll heal but emotionally, I don't even know how he'll come back from that. I mean, his heart stopped and then mom brought him back - that's got to have some kind of effect. Not only that but how can he trust Liam ever again?" I released a long breath. "How can he come back from all of that in the right state of mind?"

"I don't think it's Scott we need to worry about," I looked up at Stiles, wondering what he was getting at. "Becca, you've been through too much. You need to get some sleep and just relax, forget about all this."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. Look, if you don't wanna go home tonight you can always stay at mine. You'll have an empty house-"

"Stiles." I cut him off. "I'm fine."

He shook his head. He looked like he didn't believe me. Yet, he said nothing, just went back to staring at the blank wall.

I moved to a more comfier position and stared at the clock on the wall, watching the little hand move around. Waiting for time to go by.

~

"What do you mean you don't know" Stiles snapped. "Two hours ago, he was fine. Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck."

"There could've been some minor internal." The Doctor said calmly, despite Stiles' mannerisms.

"Did you say, minor internal? Since when is anything internal minor!"

"Stiles-" Mom started.

"I need to know what's going on with him, okay?" His eyes filled with tears again and I sighed. Sheriff Stilinski was the only real family Stiles had. He was so scared, so worried about losing him. Even if I couldn't feel that radiating from him, I would know. "Somebody needs to tell me what's happening," his voice started to raise. "Somebody needs to tell me what's happening to him!"

My mom shook her head, hesitating slightly. "We don't know."

But Stiles' attention was elsewhere. He was heading towards the double doors and when I looked over, I realised why.
Stiles slammed his hands against the door, storming over to my brother and pushing him against the wall before wrestling him to the floor.

"Stiles, no!" I yelled, rushing over to two of them.

"Where were you?" I heard him say, the venom rolling off his tongue. "You trusted him. You believed him. Right, huh? So, where were you?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Mom started to run over with the Doctor, who tried to pull him away from Scott.

"Where the hell were you!"

"Stop it!" I cried out, immediately moving to help Scott up. I noticed a dark spot of blood on his shirt and sighed, realising he still hasn't healed from the injuries before.

"Okay, alright, alright." Stiles held his hands up in defence, causing the doctors to slowly release their grip on him.

Both of them stared at each other, trying to catch their breath. "Look, your dads not the only one who got hurt," Scott finally said.

"Oh, you'll heal," Stiles countered bitterly.

Scott looked down at his shirt, obviously noticing the blood. He quickly fumbled with his jacket, trying to cover up the stain. "I'm not talking about me."

~

"It could be a side effect of shock," Parrish suggested referring to Lydia's current situation. Parrish and Scott had found her in the middle of the woods, practically hyperthermic. She wasn't in a good state, and it was all down to Theo.

"She's catatonic," Stiles replied. "It was Theo digging his way through her mind."

Mom frowned. "Why would he do that? What is he looking for?"

"The same thing he's always looking for," Scott answered. "An advantage."

Parrish shook his head, a bemused expression on his face. "So what did he gain by trying to kill Stilinski?"

"It left me alone with Liam. Theo wanted to make sure no one would be there to stop him from killing me-" Scott's eyes wandered over to me and he looked like he was going to continue his sentence but he stopped himself. I had an inclination to what he might have gone on to say, but I didn't want to think about it.

"Okay, so he gutted my dad as a distraction," Stiles said, his voice seemingly broken with emotions.

"We need to find this kid," Parrish said.

"Isn't that a little dangerous?" Mom asked. "Especially since he almost killed my kid?"

"Yeah, but he said he didn't want my dad to die," Stiles interjected.

I scoffed. "And you believe him?"

"He told me where to find him," Stiles shrugged. "So, maybe he also knows how to save him."

"What do you want to do? Talk to him?" Mom questioned.

"If it saves my dad, then yeah."

"I'll come with you," Scott offered. "He doesn't know that I'm alive. Maybe that gives us an advantage."

I nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"He'll know you're both there," Stiles turned and started heading the other way. "I just need to talk to him. Not fight him."

"Stiles, you can't go alone," I said, jogging to catch up to him. He stopped, turning around to face all of us.

"Does anyone even know how to find him?" Parrish asked.

Stiles shook his head. "We don't have to find him. He'll come to me."

~

"Guess we're all telling the truth now," I heard Theo say to Stiles. We'd got the whole plan set up. Stiles would confront Theo whilst Scott and I hid in the background, as backup and also to work out if anything Theo was saying was the truth.

Scott put a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet.

"You killed my best friend," Stiles stated, playing along with the plan.

"Let's be honest, Stiles. Was he still really your best friend?"

"Are you going to let my father die?" Stiles countered.

"If I wanted him to die I wouldn't have told you where you can find him," Theo replied.

"Then why are they saying his body is shutting down?" Stiles said. "That some toxin's poisoning him and they don't know how to stop it."

"I'm not the bad guy, Stiles." I almost snorted. "I'm just a realist. I'm a survivor. If you knew the things that I know-"

Stiles cut him off. "Yeah, but what do you know?"

"I know what's coming," Theo answered. "I know what the Dread Doctors created," There was a pause and I waited in anticipation for his next statement. Scott glanced at me, his eyes expressing the same worry as mine probably were. "And I know what Parrish is. Lydia figured it out. I saw it in her memories."

"Right after you drove her out of her mind?" Stiles retorted.

"Collateral damage," Theo merely replied. "But if she's right about Parrish, then things around here are gonna get a lot worse."

"I don't care." Stiles mumbled.

"You should," Theo said sharply. "Because if your dad does survive, he's not gonna be sheriff of anything much longer."

"What's happening to him?" There was no response from Theo. "Hey, tell me!"

There was a scuffle, the sound of shoes squeaking on the floorboards. And then Stiles grunted, falling against the stairs.

I immediately went to move but Scott grabbed my wrist, giving me a warning look. I frowned, watching him listen out for something. I presumed he was waiting for Theo to leave. Eventually, he nodded and the two of us headed over to Stiles, who was lay awkwardly on the stairs.

"Stiles," I breathed out, bending down in front of him. Scott joined me, worry for his friend clear on his face. "Stiles."

I suddenly saw his brown eyes burst open and he sat up quickly. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Scott reached out to help him up but Stiles shrugged him away.

"I'm fine," he stated, pulling himself up from the stairs.

"You blacked out," I pointed out.

"I'm okay," he repeated. "Did you get anything from him?"

"Nothing. He was calm the entire time," Scott replied.

"What about his heart?"

"I heard it jump, but only once, and only for a second," my brother answered.

"That doesn't mean he was lying?" Stiles questioned.

"Not really," I responded. "The rest of the time it was steady," I looked over at Scott. "Right?"

My brother nodded. "Yeah."

"When did it jump?" Stiles asked. "What was I talking about?"

"It was when you said that your dad was poisoned."

"That could be something," Stiles said. "A jump could mean surprise, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think so."

"So why would he be surprised that my dad's still dying?" Stiles mumbled quietly.

"Wait," I said, upon realising something. "He didn't say that he was the one who attacked your dad, did he?"

Stiles shook his head. "No. No, well that means it was probably someone else," he said, looking up and meeting my eyes.

"Another chimera," Scott and I said in unison. And that was all it took for Stiles to rush out the door and into the car. Scott and I shared a look and quickly followed him before he set off. "Stiles?"

"Yeah, I can do the rest myself," was his stupid reply.

"You don't even know where to start," my brother pointed out. "All we know is that it's another Chimera. Do you even know where you're headed?" Stiles replied by starting the engine. "Come on. Let me help. I can find the clues that you can't." Stiles shook his head and pressed on the gas. The car lurched forwards but Scott jumped in the way. "You can't do this alone, okay. You need me. You need all of us. I can get more help. I can text Liam."

"Liam just tried to kill you," Stiles countered coldly. I agreed with Stiles on that one. I didn't want Liam's help and we probably didn't even need it.

"Okay, then at least let us help," Scott gestured between himself and I.

"You believed him," Stiles said sadly.

"You trusted him, too," Scott reminded. "Theo got to all of us."

"You know, you don't even know the real story," Stiles muttered.

Scott shook his head. "I don't need to. All that matters right now is your dad. Come on, Stiles. We survived an Alpha pack, a Dark Druid, professional assassins. We can survive Dread Doctors and Chimeras, too."

Stiles looked down, his eyebrows arching together. "We're not looking for a missing Chimera," he finally stated. "We're looking for a missing teenager."

~

"What the hell, Stiles," I hissed, pushing him slightly and causing him to stumble.

We'd finally figured out the last Chimera, Noah Patrick. Scott had called Malia to help, despite Stiles' rude protest. Eventually, we tracked down the Noah kids scent - it lead us into an abandoned place that gave me bad feelings.

I understood that Stiles was worried about his father and I truly sympathised with him. But taking it out on all of us, we don't deserve that. Scott and Malia especially don't deserve it. Maybe I was still irritable from the super moon but I just couldn't believe how horrible he was being. The constant little digs at Malia and Scott were becoming annoying. He was so bitter and it needed to stop. We should be focused on saving Sheriff Stilinski, not ripping our friendships apart.

"What?" Stiles replied back, kicking harshly at the stones on the floor.

"Scott is doing everything he can, like he always does. Malia is doing her best to help you, despite your cold hearted comments. I am giving up things to help you too. The least you could do is be a bit grateful."

"I am-" Stiles paused, now kicking the low wall. "I am grateful."

"Well, stop acting like an asshole and show it," I snapped. "Because if you push us all away, you're not gonna have anybody next time everything goes to shit." I shook my head and jogged to catch up to my brother and Malia, who had just moved through a gap in the wall. I stepped into a room where a single lightbulb dangled from the ceiling. The two of them were stood staring into the distance, probably trying to catch a scent.

"I got it," Malia stated. "I got his scent." The tunnels we ran through were familiar. They were the ones from when we were trying to find Liam and Hayden. I tried to push the thought of Liam away for now. I didn't want to think about him or what he did. I had other priorities. Malia suddenly paused, touching a sticky substance on the wall. Blood. "This is Noah's," she announced. "He was here. I think he's close."

"Guys, I think we've been down tunnels like this before," Scott spoke up. "Like when we were trying to find Liam and Hayden."

"Okay, so what?" Stiles asked.

"Maybe, it means we're closer than we think," Scott replied. "Maybe there's something else down here. Something that we haven't found yet."

"Yeah, nothing that helps my dad," Stiles snapped. "Look, we can't just be standing around here waiting for something to-" There was a sudden growl and Stiles was flung towards the wall. His body limply sunk to the ground, his eyes closing shut.

"Stiles!" Scott and I both ran forwards. Stiles flinched, moving his hand, which Scott grabbed. When his eyes fluttered open, we both pulled him up from the floor.

"You okay?" I asked, eyeing my friend worriedly. He was hit pretty hard.

"Yeah, fine."

The two loud growls of Malia and Noah blurred into one, causing us to look over. "Let me go, please, please!" Malia glanced over at us, ignoring Noah's protests and still holding him to the ground. "They're coming!"

A static crackling sound suddenly passed through the tunnels and I slowly glanced up, hearing the metal clanging of boots against the hard floor.

Malia moved away from Noah and he started to bolt until Stiles grabbed him, pinning him to the wall. "You're not going anywhere."

"I said I don't remember!" Noah exclaimed, struggling against Stiles' grip.

"You don't remember anything?"

"No. Not when it happens. Not when I change."

"You clawed my dad half to death, okay, and now it's poisoning him. You're gonna start remembering every detail right now!"

"Scott, I hear them," Malia said, amongst the sounds of Stiles and Noah's confrontation.

"Yeah, I do, too," my brother turned to the other two. "Hey, Stiles, get him out of here. Go to the hospital. Figure out a way to save your dad."

Malia shook her head. "We're not gonna be able to stop them." 

"But we can slow them down. Stiles, go!" Stiles looked back at my brother, who nodded. I watched as the two guys headed off. Scott glanced down at his shirt, where blood was seeping through again.

"Scott-" I started.

"I'm fine," he said, eyes swivelling back into the distance. I watched in fear as the three intimidating figures stepped into view. "We're gonna be okay," Scott assured, causing Malia to look at him strangely.

"Scott, we're gonna die down here."

"No, we're not," he said, way too confidently, making me shake my head at his sudden optimism.

"How can you be so sure?" Malia asked.

"Because you're not the only one that I called."

"Get down," a low voice commanded from behind us, belonging to only one person.

Chris Argent.

~

A/N

I finally found the time to write! This took me absolutely bloody ages ngl 😂

This season is almost over but I'm glad I took the time to wait it out because I have a much more thorough plan now. A lot of this half of the book is going to be focused on Becca's loyalty to her brother and her friendship with Stiles. Also, as well as Bec and Liam, you will also be seeing much more of Brett and Becca - whether it will be romantically or platonically, you shall just have to wait to find out 😉

To those of you who persistently commented asking me to update, (even when I politely mentioned how much I'd appreciate it if you didn't) I just want you to know that you did not motivate or inspire me to write in any way at all. And on the subject of that, my updates now cannot be guaranteed as often. I am aiming for at least once a week but I have a lot of other commitments which come first. I'm gonna say it again, in hopes that people will take it into consideration this time - PLEASE do not keep commenting asking me to update. It won't motivate me to write and it certainly won't make me write any quicker. You need to understand that my life doesn't revolve around wattpad and that I unfortunately do have more important things to do that come first. So please, please just respect that - I'm not asking for much.

I hate making this A/N a bit of a moan and I'm sorry to those of you that my last comments didn't concern. Thank you so much to everyone who waited for this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait. I truly missed writing this and I'm glad to be back.

As always, thank you for reading. 💗